Coppers

Chased by coppers for uncleared debts yet prison now is no great threat
just food and water and warmer bed but conscience says no not just yet
So chasing coppers by going round doors Outside stations or outside
stores any spare change please I do implore my heart-felt pleas though
go ignored now counting coppers in paper room each click of coins like
pauper's loom by glinting light of silver moon I plan my leave of
cardboard tomb but changing coppers for notes in bank bank tellers tell
with faces dank averted looks and sarcastic thanks how poor I am, how
poor I've sank so here I fall and here I lie just place two coppers
upon my eyes and then you'll see the reason why I take my life, I
choose to die